Eye: royal blue
Height: 6ft
Weight: 198 pounds
Wearing worn chipped armor with blue cloth draped over it
Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((“I’ve been traveling for a while it’d be a pleasure to sit and tell you my store but it’s nothing special you’ve probably heard it before”
Nikador calmly walks over and sits down
“I was raised in small town with my mother and father being taught swordsmanship by my father a old knight himself one day while in the market place a man with a scar from his eye down to his neck approached him asking about the ornate sword my father used to carry a old family heirloom the man wanted to buy it off him and when my father told the man it was not for sell the man got angry and yelled something at my father and left, later that night after me and my father returned home he heard something outside and told me to hide so I did, next minute I know people art kicking down the door threatening my father and mother and fighting only after it quieted down and I heard the intruders leaving did I come out and to find both my parents were dead and my fathers sword gone and ever since then I’ve been looking for that man and I heard a man who looked like that passed through here not so long ago”))
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